over the summer, i got into a nice monday morning routine of stopping into a few thrift stores on the way home from dropping the girls off at camp. i have a few favorite spots (don't we all?) that tend to specialize in certain things. not that they market themselves as having the best selection of vintage sheets, or vintage tablecloths, or milkglass, or furniture, but like any of you who enjoy thrifting, you just learn to know who's got the best ____ that you fancy.
this was my first trip since camp ended in july, and i will confess i have been jonesing for a good thrifting trip. all i could think about monday morning while in the dentist's chair being drilled and filled was that after two more errands, i could pop into a certain goodwill i haven't been to in years. partially because it's out of the way, but more so because i have never had any luck there. not even a semi-cute pillowcase. nada.
but this time people, with a half-numb-post-dental-appointment face, it seems that i was in the right place at the right time.

a housecoat made of the most fabulous print + a very cool mid-mod canister. you may be thinking, "big whoop." but that C is for Casa canister is destined for my someday-soon studio. and you'll probably see that very fabric on some list-takers + bibs + wrist cuffs and other new goodies i'm making for the shop. (hooray for making again!!)
but the story doesn't end there. hold onto your knickers, betty sue. as i rounded the final row heading toward the cashier, this little beauty caught my eye...

well helloooo there, gorgeous. what do we have here?
let's take a closer look. great lines. solid maple. can this be true? how about i try the drawers to make sure there isn't something scary inside...

gasp.
a planner group desk by paul mccobb.
at. the. thrift.
no price tag. curses! this must be a trick. where's the cashier - i'll ask her. oh. she's talking to another woman about some guy. this could take a while. wait, jennifer. wait. be patient. and for pete's sake, don't look overly excited... what's that? the manager just put the desk out 10 minutes ago and i should ask him for the price? thanks.
oh kindly mr. manager... be cool, jennifer.
be.
cool.
what's that you say? $9.99? um... OK. yes, please. and thank YOU.
and one day soon, when i move into my studio in the village, that desk will be there with me. and if you're ever in town, you can visit us - me and the desk - and spill your greatest thrifting scores. i'm all ears. xoxo
oh yeah, did i mention it was 50% off day at the thrift? (slap me.)